The boat was soon ready, but cleared of everything likely to be stolen, and even the brass rowlocks were replaced by 'grummits,' or rings of rope spliced through the holes on the gunwales.
Before starting, the skipper put a loaded revolver in an inner pocket, gave another to Mr. Statten, and borrowing the mate's put it in the hands of Readyman, the coxswain.
'Take particular care that they are only used in self-defence, and not even shown as a threat to anyone,' he advised. 'Our last night visitor came here entirely unarmed, and I shall not be outdone by any nigger in that way. Be firm, but friendly, my lads,' he added, 'and mind that all show a bold front to any hostile demonstration. In that way we shall probably overawe them. Should any of you prefer to remain on the barque, now's your chance.'
'We ain't agoing to desert you, sir,' Readyman replied.
'No fear,' the others added.
So the boat pushed off, and soon reached the screening trees that hid the larger stretch of water beyond. The place was as deserted as though no one lived within miles of it. Immediately after passing through, a flagstaff with British ensign was set up in the bow, and with the grand old red emblem flying gaily overhead the boat was steered toward the village.
On seeing it, scores of almost nude men rushed into the water, and seizing the gunwales, despite the strong dissent of the captain, would have dragged them all up the beach, had not the headman fortunately appeared, and by the liberal use of a short-handled whip speedily restored order.
'You no likee boat pull up?' he inquired.
'She would be better afloat,' the captain said, since, of course, he saw that with her in their possession all hope of retreat would be cut off, should anything unpleasant arise.
With Readyman in charge she was anchored about six fathoms from the beach, the flag still waving over her, while the gallant captain, with Jack Clewlin stationed between him and Mr. Statten, set out with the Malay to visit the chief of the island.